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The minutes went by on tiptoe, with their fingers to their lips. I looked the place over. You can’t tell anything about an outfit like that. They might be making millions, and they might have the sheriff in the back room, with his chair tilted against the safe.
The third man dropped the grin off his face and looked as if he had never grinned in his life.
He filled a large size in smooth gray flannel with a narrow chalk stripe, and filled it elegantly.
A crimson bougainvillea was rustling against the front wall and the flat stones of the front walk were edged with Korean moss.
He was a nice piece of beef, but to me that was all he was.
It jarred me. It was like watching the veneer peel off and leave a tough kid in an alley. Or like hearing an apparently refined woman start expressing herself in four-letter words.
Doctors are just people, born to sorrow, fighting the long grim fight like the rest of us.
He had large ears and friendly eyes and his jaws munched slowly and he looked as dangerous as a squirrel and much less nervous. I liked everything about him.
Much too late to be of any use, of course.
I spent some of the time breathing, but not all.
